my days as a stewardess are numbered
i’m sick of flying through the air
atlanta on to california
never getting anywhere

watch me now
i’m bailing out
this is not my scene
what i can’t be for myself
i’ll read in a magazine

my final one-ounce liquor inventory done
i sink into the jumpseat and dream
i am a flight attendant-shaped hot air balloon
and i am bursting at the seams

all right
there’s no need to worry now
i’m all right
i’m just falling through the clouds
watch me

now,
i’m bailing out
this is not my scene
what i can’t be for myself
i’ll read in a magazine
all right?